Overstimulated

Empty benches line the sidewalk and the
lights above them flicker like a screen.
The windows across the store fronts look
like darkness.

They don’t expect the rain to
show up until the end of the week so the
convertible seats all sleep out under the
moths and bats.

Power lines make more
noise than they’re supposed to and give
the population splitting headaches.

She takes him outside to get a break from
the overstimulated nature of the arcade and
holds a joint between her teeth as he lights
it.

Their watches are both crushed together
under the weight of the trash compactor.
They threw them both away and never
noticed.